Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Sprinkle on a Memory

This ain't your daddy's serial killer story. There's even a Thurber touch, without the humor. Plenty of irony, though.

I liked the first two lines of the story.

Red sugar sprinkles on white cookie icing.

Blood drops on a snow-drift.

Mr. Smith has a nice touch with evocative description. His descriptions of the killings leave a vivid image in the mind.

This killer has a family that knows nothing about his "hobby". He sits in his kitchen with his family decorating Christmas cookies, thinking about the things he's done and the things he wishes he'd done.

This isn't a very long story. The way Mr. Smith wrote it, it doesn't need to be. It's chock full of emotion, happiness and despair, hope and hopelessness. He even makes you feel sorry for the killer.